At this point I wanted Mark to know that I was aware that I knew he was using them when he wanked-off. The thought was very exciting to me and I began...leaving him freshly soaked knickers several times a week.I also began walking past his bedroom door at night, hoping to hear him in the act of wanking-off. I really didn't know just what I'd do if I did. All I could think about was having his hard young cock. He solved the problem for me.When I went to the bathroom at almost midnight, I paused by. The notion of **** came into my mind. There's this love-hate relationship with forced sex for me. I thought as I got transferred to the dark area, and decided that I would try to make an escape later at the **** site. The bulging dick of the assaulter brushed against my silky FBTs, and I could feel out the whole rod rubbing against my butt crack, which slightly turned me on, and caused the dick to grow larger as we slowly moved to the site of sex.Once safe, another equally buff figure. Wish 2, I want Jim to always love me. Wish 3, I want to swap places with Jim. The genie asked him if he was sure, that he really wanted to make those wishes, he had answered that he did, and asked if he could make it start when he wanted, and make the change slow enough for us both to know what is happening. John had waited a long time for the right conditions, Jim was rarely on his own. He said the word, and the change began, Jim stood, and watched, as Johns shape changed, his hair. It was easier to go behind the building than around. One morning as I was walking past the back of the building, I heard something that attracted my attention. I quietly approached an open window that had the curtains not totally closed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A girl was masturbating. She was so pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her beautiful round face perfectly. Her eyes were brown too. It would not surprise to find out that she was the girl Van Morison.